I just read a review of my book where a woman said “Well if you want to be a slave read Happy Housewives.” I would really like to clock this woman right in the nose. And it has nothing to do with her not liking my book. If you don’t like it fine. But where do these women come off thinking taking care of husband, your children, and your home, means you are a slave? Whose job is it? Is it for the hired help? Do you need a cleaning woman? A chef? A driver? The other night on the Housewives of New Jersey when Theresa told the party planner that she cleaned her own house the woman looked horrified. Theresa responded that she was ‘old school’ and did it herself. The woman looked disgusted. Theresa should have clocked her in the face too. Good for Theresa! She has a beautiful home (however so big I really don’t know how she keeps up with it) and she is proud of it. Why wouldn’t she want to keep it clean and take pride in that. And cooking for your children. Why wouldn’t you think it was your job to give your children good, homemade, nutritious meals? Is that beneath a woman? Who could call that slavery?
Now lets face it we all feel slaves to our homes sometimes. It isn’t glamorous folding laundry and picking up dog poo. But once again I will ask what is so glamorous about giving all your time and energy to our boss while you sit at some desk doing something no one really cares about. Is that business deal really as wonderful as your daughter laughing with you while playing in the baby pool? Does your boss get as excited about your business plan as your son does when you build a lego city? And at the end of the day do you really think you aren’t a slave for your paycheck?
If you have to work that is one thing. But if you are choosing to leave your baby all day because you want to work instead of staying home with your child, well, too bad for you.